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Post by monkeyking on Feb 2, 2005 17:23:20 GMT -5
Vanos checks himself as the rain thunders into the inn. Danzig now as well? my but Ludwig seems a tasty reward, but another day. He turns his cloak swirling behind him.
Only the open door lies ahead of him, Valmont nowhere in sight. Vanos steps quickly to the door the rain driving into him obscuring almost all from sight.
Vanos peers into the heavy rain seeing only the distant buldings, Valmont nowhere in sight. Vanos shrugs, closing the door and staying within the relative dryness of the inn. He turns to scan the occupants.
Seems he may have a look at this Ludwig business after all.....
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Post by Arguleon Veq on Feb 2, 2005 21:22:28 GMT -5
The Night draws on in the Pigmy Hippo Inn, people, and the orc, drink their drinks and the rest of the night passes quietly.
The fire begins to die down and the Inn slowly empties, leaving the Inn keeper alone. He blows out the candels.
Darkness.
Valmont arrives at his room, quite a high class place, he never settles in one place of accomodation for too long, it isn't good for a man of his profession to be found easily.
His hands are scraped and bruised as a result of a ritual Valmont goes through many times a week, making his way through the large town by leaping from building to building, running across windowsils, diving from rooftops. It keeps him on his toes and tires him out enough to help him to sleep. Valmont rarely sleeps well, a result of guilt for the things he's done?, maybe. But bieng a light sleeper is handy for a man of Valmonts profession.
* Valmont slips of his soaking robe and brushes his rain slicked long hair out of his face. He stares into the mirror. Looking back at him are the dark haunted eyes of a lean man, his Long dagger now visible, attached to his chest.*
* He slips the long dagger from its binding and approaches a tall cabinet revealing a myraid of different weapons*
Exotic, practical, expensive, they were all there. A collection that Valmont was proud of, if such a man could still feel pride?.
The night had been interesting and he had no doubt he would encounter the orc and Evadian again, and he was sure he had seen that mad kislevite Danzig from the rooftops.
It could all be sorted out tommorrow. He slips into his bed and sleeps.
A troubled sleep.
Full of dreams and faces, and death.
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Post by monkeyking on Feb 2, 2005 22:27:00 GMT -5
A click echoes in the darkness as a pistol is thingyed in the bedroom. A shadow detaches itself from the far corner and an outstretched arm hurls a bag unto the floor.
It falls with a heavy clunk and splits. the sound of gold coins rolling across floorboards sings through the night.
'Evening there Valmont, payment as due for the dispatch.....now tell me about this ludwig everyone is so interested in' Vanos' voice rasps in the near silence both duelling pistols thingyed, his witch hunters cloak pulled back from his body, showing the multitude of weapons he has on hand.
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 3, 2005 4:43:21 GMT -5
"'Ere, Fletch, were'z we goin'?" "We are off to earn our money before anyone else can earn it for us, Mr Bigtoof." "Roit... but wut if we'z followed?" Fletcher smiled, "Oh, I've taken care of that... I knew the reward for this mission was great, so I'm not opposed to splitting a share of the profits, especially with such a talented little assassin... right Slitta?" A figure made a snickering laugh in the darkness. "Yes-yes, Fletch. You pay good gold. Follow you, no-one will. If they try... stab-stab! Snik!"
Fletcher smiled at the Skaven as it darted into the night. "Do yer fink he'z trustwovy Mr Fletcher?" "He should be, Bigtoof, or Hawk would have assassinated him years ago."
With that, the two figures left the inn, hunting for their bounty.
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Post by skogul on Feb 3, 2005 5:34:28 GMT -5
Danzig pulls himself up off the floor were he fell last night he yawns and flexes his shoulders, he reachs for his sword only to feel a pang of uncertainity as he cant find the hilt he spins looking around the room but his weapon is no where in sight... he kicks trough his rooms door and storms into the main room of the inn and growls... 'flecher where art thou' he see's the inn is deserted and flips over a table in rage, he suddley spots a shadow out of the corner of his eye he spins but see's nothing, he shrugs 'must be the rum..' he grumbles to himself well he did have 12 bottles of the stuff
Danzig staggers outside and dips his whole head into the rain barrel, refreshed he enters the inn again, and he's definatly not imagining those shadows now,
He grabs his stuff and begins the trek to find his quarry, Danzig is walking down an alleyway when he hears and splash behind him he drops his bag and falls into a crouch, the clocked figure stand at the other end of the alley, Danzig roars and charges weaponless the figure breaks into a run fipping off a wall it lands behing Danzig throwing a star as it goes the missile hits its target in the back of Danzig's knee and Danzig fall's the stranger charges with twin daggers raised but Danzig suddenly luches and chatchs the thing, Danzig smashes into a wall crushing the thing before slaming it through a pile of boxes. Danzig backs off, and the thing flips to its feet it hisses and a tail whips up with a third knife, it leaps onto Danzig's chest and starts franticaly stabing Danzig roars in rage, his first blow hits the rat in the gut lifting it into the air, Danzig's arms close around the skaven as he locks it in a bear hug, the assassin screams and bites into Danzig's neck, the Kislev tightens his shoulders and hears a sickening crack as the skavens back breaks he drops the body and slams his fist into its face till it stops moving,
Danzig retrives his bag walks the length of the alley before collapsing
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 3, 2005 6:25:26 GMT -5
On the roof above, Slitta's eyes shone.
"So..." he mused, "You killed Taklok... hmm... perhaps he was weak-weak... or perhaps you are strong..."
The Skaven dropped to the floor without a sound. He moved towards the prone Kislevite, watching him.
"Let's kill him now! Stab-stab die-die!" Slitta snarled at the second Skaven above him. "No! Watch-watch, follow him you will, Keequix, keep close, and make sure he does not stop Fletch and Bigtoof. Got it?" The Skaven smelt of fear, "What if he-" Slitta hissed, his black fur stood on end, "If he kills you, Keequix, then you die-die quick! If I kill you, you die slow!"
Footsteps were heard. Slitta grabbed his dead minion's body, and vanished into the rain...
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Post by skogul on Feb 3, 2005 6:29:23 GMT -5
Danzig slowly became aware of his surroundings, he needed a healer and a weapon quick and someone to watch his back, he wouldnt be caught unawares again
he dragged himself back to his feet and stumbled slowly back to the inn where was that d**ned valemont when you needed him
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 3, 2005 6:36:47 GMT -5
Elsewhere in the city, events were unfolding...
Bigtoof slammed the door down, his mighty axe raised to strike. Fletcher pushed past him, smiling at the figure within.
"Hello Ludwig, we're here to collect." "Really?" The figure moved. In eyeblink, his ragged robes were gone, and replaced by a suit of banded mail, bearing the Von Carlstein Symbol. He bore a rapier in his hand.
"Alyx protect us! A Vampire!" The figure leapt.
Fletcher came too, head throbbing. "...Bigtoof?" "I'm 'ere boss... he sorta stabbed me..." Fletcher looked up. The rapier was plunged straight through his companion, and the door behind. "...can ya' give uz a 'and here Fletch?" Fletcher removed the blade. "Did he bite us?" "Nah... jes stabbed me, fumped yoo... an' legged it. That zoggin git! Look wot 'e did to my cloves!" "This has become complicated." "Genuine zoggin Cathayan silk dis iz!" "Perhaps we should recruit assisstance..." "It was a present from dat 'Oard Dragon bloke an' all..." "...or perhaps we should let them find out for themselves." "It's gonna' cost a load a dosh ta fix dis!" Fletcher turned around. "Bigtoof, we have bigger problems." "Roit... skrag da vamp, den fix me togs..." Fletcher nodded, and looked back out into the street. "...I think we should spread the word about Ludwig."
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Post by elflord9d on Feb 3, 2005 11:59:04 GMT -5
Back at the inn Danzig slowly became aware of his surroundings, he needed a healer and a weapon quick and someone to watch his back, he wouldnt be caught unawares again he dragged himself back to his feet and stumbled slowly back to the inn where was that d**ned valemont when you needed him Inside the inn Elathain spies a man stumbling through the doorway and also smells the scent of blood. He rushes over to the man with healing herbs in hand. He put the mans arm over his shoulders and told him "Take these they will stop the pain and quiken the healing process. Here sit down" he says as he pulls out a chair. "Now, what happened?"
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Post by Arguleon Veq on Feb 3, 2005 13:40:29 GMT -5
How dare this fool of a withchunter come into my room.
Valmont's mind raced.
Looking down the barells of two dueling pistols often made ones mind work quickly.
Valmont quickly rolls to the side and draws a dirk from under his matress with one hand and pulls open the curtain with the other in one fluid motion.
The sudden bright morning light took the witchhunter off guard and it was all Valmont needed to place the tip of his dirk to Vanos' neck.
Valmont knew Vanos was not entirely stupid, he would not risk anything in this stalemate and Valmont was a man who had lived a life of risk. Valmont knew he had the upper edge.
' So it was you that hired me to do the last job?, i should have guessed, especially after finding out that the guy i murdered was in with the Zanti, chaos worshippers ive herd, nothing more than sheep farmers in the mountains if you ask me'
' Well i didnt ask you' Snarled Vanos
' Ive done your job and ive been paid, we're through Vanos. anyway i don't have a clue who this Ludwig is all i know is that an Evadian and an orc are looking for him. Thats all i want to know'
The witchunter seemed to relax, and Valmont pulled away the dirk.
The witchunter turned and stalked towards the door.
Valmont snatched up a dagger and launched into the framework of the door.
Vanos visibly jumped but didnt turn around, a thin smile spread across Valmonts face.
' Just keeping you on your toes, oh and if you bump into that crazy Kislevite Danzig, tell him that i'll find him'
With that Vanos left.
Danzig, thought Valmont. Now that could really mean a bad turn in his life, that huge headcase always got him into the worst kind of trouble.
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Post by elflord9d on Feb 3, 2005 14:52:49 GMT -5
*a few minute later after Danzig was through explaining* "I wonder why the skaven were after you.... Do you have a weapon?"said Elathain. "No, but i could use one."said Danzig. "Alright."*hand an elven shortsword to Danzig* Danzig grabed it and expected to feel some weight but suprisingly thre was none. it was thought he were holding a feather.He looked in amazment at the craftsmenship. "That I made myself. Guard it well and it will do the same for you."Elathain stoped and didnt move a muscle for a moment. He unslung his bow and took out an arrow and aimed it at the darkness. "You. Come out where all can see." A shadowy figure came out and said. "Danzig, i have a message from Valmont. He will see you shortly." The figure went back into the shadows. Elathain slung hs bow onto his back.
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 3, 2005 16:31:35 GMT -5
Slitta floated across the rooftops. He was unhappy. This wasn't because he'd lost one of this men; on the contrary, he loved watching his men suffer, but because something in the night air didn't feel right. It was as if someone, or something, was out there that didn't belong...
Movement caught the Black Skaven's eye. His head jerked around, but the creature was gone. That didn't matter, Slitta knew the smell of Vampires.
Most Skaven would have released the musk of fear, but Slitta had fought many terrible foes in his life, and his natural cowardice had been brutally beaten from him in countless battles. A Vampire made his skin crawl, but that was just a reason to kill it quicker.
...still, he wasn't properly equipped. He'd need stakes, silver, and preferably a Warpstone blade.
"...ah forget it! No money for me stab-stabbing the blood-drinker! Let the man-things deal with him!"
Slitta made himself comfortable on the roof, and prepared to enjoy the show. Below him, Fletcher and Bigtoof wandered into the bar, whilst the Vampire glided in through a window above...
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Post by Arguleon Veq on Feb 3, 2005 16:55:28 GMT -5
Valmont approached the Pigmy Hippo Inn. It always baffled him as to why most of the major events in his life had this place conected with them somehow.
But he was unsettled, he was the only one that used the rooftops to move around, but there were traks.
Three sets of traks at that, although one set seems to have stopped. The rooftops were dangerous and only the most agile and skilled of men could travel that way, but those traks weren't human.
What they actually were he didn't know.
He entered the Inn, there again was the Evadian and his orc companion. The elf that had bundled into him and.. oh yes there he was. Danzig.
Valmont would consider Danzig a freind, or at least the closest thing to a friend he had. Although Valmont still didnt particularly like the man. They had done some jobs together, been through some rough situations, all Danzigs causing of course.
Valmont supposed it was his familiarity with the man that made him consider him a friend.
The Large Kislevite Grinned widely when he finally noticed Valmont.
'Sebastian' Said Danzig, loudley, as usual.
'How has it been, ive been looking for you, could have done with your help last night. Ive got a job for us'
Danzig reveals the wounds on his chest and has a limp as he gets up to smack Valmont on the back.
'So i can see'
What Valmont could definatley see is that Danzig was out of his depth, Danzig was a fine warrior and whoever attacked him must have been good, it was probably linked to the traks on the rooftops. He would now have to help Danzig as even a man such as Valmont could not just stand back and let his old campanion get himself killed.
'So your in' Bellowed the big man.
'Sure, why not, if only to stop you getting killed'
'HA, killed, me, you make me laugh Sebastion, always have. I delt with that ugly little bugger earlier. I'll tell you Sebastion ive never seen a man so hairy, not even kislev women, HAHAHAHA. His face as well, almost looked like a rat'.
'A rat indeed Danzig, you always do drink to much'
Although Valmont had no doubt Danzig gave an accurate description. Valmont had heard tales of these rat-men. It was rumoured that many of the most skilled members of the bandits that inhabit the Warrens, the carrion band, are trained by ninja ratmen. He would normally scoff at such things but those traks, thinking back on it were very rat-like.
'So this job'
'Yeh, ive been offered big money for gettin some guy called Ludwig'
Valmont noticed the Evadian and orc sit up.
'Perhaps we should talk about this somewher more private whispered Valmont'
'I aint scared of them two' bellowed Danzig.
But Valmont shot a look, one that the Kislevite knew not to argue with. He followed Valmont up the stairs at the back of the Inn.
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Post by elflord9d on Feb 3, 2005 17:16:49 GMT -5
Elathian watched as the the two humans went upstairs. Glad to see that the one human looked ok now. The herbs worked just fine. "Bar keep."he said with a finger motioning for the owner of the inn to come to him. "Do you have any elvish wine?" The barkeep looked at him with a knowing look, and said "Aye, that I do. Would the elvish master like a glass?" "Yes, thank you." He had meant to say yes please but he was still working on the human from of speach. As the inn owner set the glass down on the table he noticed that Elathain was looking like he was conentraiting very hard and that somthing was amiss. He had heard tales of how the elves had more attuned senses than humans but had never known it to be true but he could tell that somthing wasn't right. "Whats wrong?"he said. Elathain looked as though he was just snapped out of a trance. Then he looked at him and said "There are unwanted creatures here. Be on your guard." With that he grabbed the wine glass with his slender hand took a sip, grabbed his bow and an arrow and walked slowly and gracefully upstairs.
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 3, 2005 18:43:41 GMT -5
"Good evening gentlemen."
The bar froze. No-one said "Good evening" like that. Those words had bite, like a man saying "I have twenty crossbowmen taking aim at you, and if you so much as blink without my permission, you'll die. I have you totally under my control, and your life is in my hands. Good evening."
Ludwig Von Carlstein entered the bar, grinning like a cat in a mouse-nest.
Fletcher gripped his crossbow tightly, and Bigtoof readied his blade. "...Ludwig, well met. Let's see what you've got."
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